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Kane'takragh Demarcรฟs Ethiriel

"You say, 'bury me next to her,' as you curl against her side. You say, 'till death do us part,' but you mean long, long after that."

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a character in “The Fair Folk”, as played by Layla

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brotsjor; olafur arnalds XXXXX you only disappear; tom mcrae XXXXX terrible things; mayday parade




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๏ผฆA E ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ
XXXKane'takragh Demarcรฟs ร†thiriel; redemption

H U M A N ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ
XXXJulien Bellerose; young, emperor

๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ/๏ผณ
XXXKane, Iron Dragon

๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅ
XXX2,898; February 29th, 883 B.C.

๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผต๏ผฒ๏ผด
XXXSeelie

๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
XXXSyreli; hidden in the deepest depths of the world's oceans in what mortals know as the Mariana Trench, Syrel is the third largest Fae settlement in the underwater realm and the largest of the Western Pacifc holdings. Neither light nor human eyes have ever penetrated the Seelie territory, as many of its inhabitants are highly sensitive to sunlight.

XXXThe majority of Merpeople in Syrel, that is, those possessing the bodies of fish and man, are descended from Kaia'Raen Emrys, who was the first Asrai. Nearly all Syreli are of mixed-blood, as unlike some underwater communities, Syrel is home to all types of Water Fae, though Merfolk and Shapeshifters represent the majority.

๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
XXXMates for life

๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผง๏ผต๏ผฅ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผต๏ผฒ
XXXDialogue: #990012
XXXThoughts: #3B3131





"Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable hemophilia:
you bleed and bleed and bleed."





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๏ผณ๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฃ๏ผฉ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
XXXSee Caelius ร†thiriel for more information on Water "Knucker" Dragons.

๏ผก๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
XXXkiss; like all Mer, Kane has the ability to grant landwalkers the ability to breathe underwater for a restricted amount of time. Like them, he has acute night vision, as well as the ability to inherently sense the state of the water and its inhabitants. His connection to his family is particularly significant, especially to that of his twin brother, Kyllan, whose moods and present state he can experience in himself. The water dragons have lifespans stretching tens of thousands of years and may be hunted for their impenetrable hides.

XXXbite; his dragon form stretches 269-feet in length and its skin is extremely difficult to harm with any tool other than iron or fire. He is the strongest of his brothers even in human form, though his physical prowess as a dragon. He is capable of transforming only partially, growing only wings from his back that do not subject him to the same threat posed by a complete transfiguration. Like others of his kind, he risks succumbing to his animalistic consciousness when he employs his dragon form. His own thoughts and rationale fade with the shift, and being in his draconic state for extended periods of time may result in him forgetting his own self or even that he possesses another form at all. This weakness lessens with age, though never ceases.

XXXcaress; he is able to bend water to his will, solidifying it into ice. He understands its moods and tides, able to sense the state of a body: the quickening flow of blood as a person lies, or the sting of tears yet to fall. Time has taught him how to read the water in people's bodies, and he can very slightly alter its course. Mostly, he can soothe, slowing the rush of their racing hearts which in turn relaxes them, and infusing the water itself with calm as if he were speaking to it, or contrastingly, rile them up. The shifts he can cause are gradual and require physical contact. It is easier when the recipient is one who trusts him than if they were entirely unwilling.





"Swallow your pride. It is not poison."




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๏ผจ๏ผต๏ผญ๏ผก๏ผฎ ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผฃ๏ผฅ
XXXheight; 6'1"weight; 203lbsXXX
XXXeye colour; blue and brownhair colour; dark mochaXXX

XXXLow brows framed an azure gaze, interjected with a streak of brown in the upper left corner, a manifestation of sectoral heterochromia inherited from Dargh'kaelos. He was rigid angles and hard lines, a razor jaw and aristocratic nose, softened only by the cupid perch of his lips and the curl of dark locks above his brow. He wears the band of his mate on his left forearm, a circle of Rhinegold etched with her coat of arms.

XXXBeneath bronzed skin rarely seen in Water Fae are coils of muscles and tendons woven into vehicles of strength and power. Millenniums of battles have littered his body with scars, most notably those on his hands from handling blades. A notable disfigurement marks the left side of his chest and shoulder, resembling the interconnecting links of a fishing net scorched into his skin.

๏ผฆ๏ผก๏ผฅ ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผฃ๏ผฅ
XXXWhilst he seems an ordinary man from the waist up, below his navel rests the tail of a fish, stretching nearly twice the length of his upper body. Obsidian scales are flecked with silver lights, as if the galaxies were embedded in each shard. His scales are harder than those of his sister's, nearly indestructible against any but the touch of fire and iron.

XXXIn his dragon form, his scales expand into rigid blades that cover his body. He stretches nearly 270-feet in length, four claws the shade of iron extending from his gnarled fingers. Along with his brutality, his appearance earned him the alias, the Iron Dragon. The iron tips stretch from the curves of his black wings, unfurling from his spine to stretch beyond and mirroring the canines extending from his gums.

XXXWhen he transforms partially, it is only his wings that are visible. Their velvet lengths are infused with the same shade of silver flecked obsidian, edged with rigid scales. An iron-hued horn extends from the curve of each wing, its tip the sharp points of his draconic claws.





"I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places,
all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going."





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XXXphysical prowess; being the most durable of his siblings, Kane's strength is paramount even amongst dragons. It is a product of vigorous training as well as a natural gift, and although he is not the fastest or the most dexterous of water wielders, he can certainly rival most in brute force. Whilst it may be an asset in battle, his strength can be a hindrance in day to day life. Many a pen and keyboard have met their untimely demise under his "light touch," and the more fragile of Fae and mortals risk their lives and the bones in their hands every time they greet him.

XXXstrategy; whilst he is not an oracle by any means, the dragon has an uncanny ability to foresee his enemies' maneuvers and plan ahead of them. His somewhat unconventional strategies are realised with an uncanny precision, and he possesses a ruthless rationale well-suited to war generals. He sees weapons in everything and assesses the quickest exist routes and points of attack in every room he enters with a quick mind.

XXXcombat; though proficient in most weapons - particularly blades and maces where force triumphs - Kane finds a particular allure in hand-to-hand combat. He was trained in his youth by Dargh'kaelos himself, and later joined The Tempest. Whilst he does not possess his twin brother's affection for violence, he does enjoy a good spar, particularly when his rival's skills are comparable to his.

XXXmonetary possession; unlike some of the aquatic Fae, he has never had any trouble adapting to the mortal way of life or procuring wealth with little aid from preternatural skills. He has always had a flair for economics, and his ability to strategise aids in his construction of businesses and involvement in the stock exchange. Dragons have been known to appreciate wealth and luxury, a factor he certainly inherited from his father.

๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผณ๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
XXXtemper; despite his relative level-headedness comparative to his twin brother or his youngest sister, he is still the son of Dargh'kaelos. His patience may be unlimited, but when rage finds him in those rare instances, it certainly devours him. His wrath has been near impossible to appease since the death of his wife, though thankfully, there is very little he cannot tolerate to an extent.

XXXresolute; whilst he may plot and manipulate, he is unlikely to enter the arena blind. He has never been accused of being the most adaptable of individuals in that sense, regardless of his ability to assimilate with humans. He trusts in rules, and that reason alone means he would never betray the Seelie, Syrel, or his family, or even seriously harm any member of the Unseelie without provocation. It took a century and a half for him to acknowledge Laira after she killed a member of the Unseelie, and anyone who breaks the law will be met with a painfully long lecture from him, no doubt.

XXXfine detail; minuscule aspects escape him, and for this reason, he has never been able to bend water with the utmost precision and care offered by some of his other brothers, particularly Cael, whose manipulation of water could be art in itself. That being said, being able to sculpt flowers from a pond isn't exactly a skill necessary in battle.

๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ
XXXpointless death; there could be nothing worse than dying a stupid way - like accidentally electrocuting oneself in the bathtub, or in his sleep. If he is to die - though he has tens of thousands of years yet - he will die meticulously and of his own volition. It will be on a battlefield, or protecting his family - not choking on a bowl of porridge as an old man.

XXXlosing loved ones; his family and friends mean more to him than anything else. Even Kyllan, who positively loathes him, is someone he would lay down his life for without a second thought. His fear of losing the people he loves was the only reason he forgave or at least shoved aside his disapproval for Laira. He does not wish to lose a single person he cares for, for whatever reason.

XXXhelplessness; it began when the life drained from his wife, it escalated with his daughter, it continued with the mermaid on the pirate ship, and it followed still with Laira's demise. Each of those moments marked the worst in his life, when he could do nothing to save any of them. He strives to procure as much power as he can - both political and physical - so he may never be helpless to protect others again.





"I never talk to people really, only to myself.
I talk at people but never to them, it helps me think, and their input is unnecessary."




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XXXcount; he can galvanise audiences and individuals alike with his careful orchestration of words and body language, an ability aided by a natural allure. His physical aesthetic does him no harm, and he isn't beyond using it to persuade others to uphold his notions. Perhaps he is more like the Sirens and Naiads invoked with mentions of the Merfolk than any other one of his siblings. Seduction is a means to an end, and everyone is prey.

XXXguard; for all his willingness to manipulate, he is one that can be trusted to keep his word. Honour matters more to him than any other Seelie commandment, and he is unlikely to harm another without provocation or if they are unable to defend themselves against him. He cares more for his family and court than near anything else and will always place their needs over his own.

XXXgovernor; he possesses a maturity and sense of responsibility uncontested amongst his siblings, acting as the eldest brother, despite in truth, only being the second eldest. He is not easily provoked and when he is, refrains from displaying his annoyance unless it serves a purpose. Kane controls his emotions as carefully as he does everything else, refusing to be subject to a weakness he adheres to mortals.

XXXwarrior; regardless of his control over his emotions, he is still the son of a dragon and a beast in his own right. Though his rage is more unlikely than an eclipse, in the instances when it emerges, his fury is unstoppable. Violations of justice, honour and vows, alongside the decimation of what he holds dear are modes in which he may be provoked. He condemns strongly any who act purely out of selfishness, though it may only be a light irritation if the consequence is not too great. His lectures on honour and caution are infamous in Syrel, and nearly every one of his siblings have been subject to it at one point or another, though Laira more than most.

XXXambassador; he proves that one does not have to trust, or even like, others for them to like him. He loathes the very society he seems to thrive in, but his ruthless rationale and gift for money is highly valued within capitalist states. While he finds the humans' emphasis on the earth's monetary value repulsive, he secretly enjoys managing The Trident and expanding its finances, an interest spawned of pleasure rather than greed.





"Can you rework your past, the grit that rubs in you,
until it is shiny and smooth as a pearl?"




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XXXXXX883 BCE; the Firsts had always endeavoured to be the first, and their escape from the womb had not been omit. Partite by seconds, his twin brother Kyllan emerged victorious in their first battle, only for Kane to triumph in the articulation of speech. Their birth had been met with celebrations throughout all of the Pacific, where Dargh'kaelos had spent millenniums waiting for his Mate. He had had other lovers before, but they had never given him any children. The ruthless general had wanted nothing and no one to hamper him, but when he held his boys in his arms, he had felt for them a love he had only ever felt for their mother, Faira'alaya.

XXX874 BCE; the Orelai's had brought their 8-year-old daughter to the Celebration of the Lunar Eclipse. Nadia had been dancing with her sisters when Kane entered the hall with Kyllan by his side. His brother had run up to her and stuck seaweed in her hair. She'd been furious, openly weeping in shock and disgust, wondering why in the seven seas he had hated her so, though Kane knew the truth of it - his brother was in love, and so was he. He had been the kinder one, the gentle brother who'd unravelled the slimy plant from her hair. As the years progressed, Kyllan failed to mature at his younger brother's pace, and it seemed he never would. Their father loathed his recklessness and incapacity to follow rules, and openly favoured Kane. The animosity grew between them, though it was not till later that their relationship was severed in its entirety.

XXX611 BCE; he had waited as long as he could, sensing in his soul the hurt and jealousy that swelled in his brother with every adventure he undertook with Nadia, every loving gaze she granted him and every day she neglected Kyllan. Yet one could only resist their mate, their Chosen, for so long, and eventually, they wed. The day of their union was met with joy from all of Syrel, the Orelai's and ร†thiriel's being two of its most influential families, but it would mark the beginning of the end.

XXX315 CE; it was a girl, Nadia was sure of it, so Kane had prepared her everything she might need. He'd helped Nadia weave the diadem for her first moon, spinning shells and pearls into a small circlet that barely encircled his arm, though he was not very good at it. He had hoped, more than anything, to be a good father. When the day came, he had clutched Nadia's hand in his own, feeling as it grew weaker and weaker, as he felt the force that had tied them together before either of them had even been born unclenching like a flame reaching the last of its tethers. No magic he possessed could save her, and he watched her slip away. Their child - a girl, just as she'd predicted - had been premature, and not a week later, she faded away too.

XXXKane collapsed into a darkness more complete than that which could be found in Syrel, the deepest part of the ocean. He allowed himself to shift into his dragon form - for the pain and memories to coalesce and become a murky pool he could not decipher. For years, he let himself slip away, until he had almost lost himself completely.

XXX378; ironic, perhaps, that it was the one person who did not wish for Kane to return, who was the one who brought him back. He had found the familiar alabaster dragon engaged with another he had no recollection of, and the bond had yanked him awake. The sudden pain blossoming in his abdomen alerted him of what the white dragon felt, and he had leapt to assist. Later, as if the lights had been illuminated, he remembered who he was and saw Kyllan before him. Dargh'kaelos welcomed him home as if he had never left. Decades were but minutes to a creature as old as he.

XXX1653; he had not known the mermaid, but he had heard her screams. He'd swum to the edge of the pirate ship and hidden himself against its base, seeing the flames rise up around the Fae as the mortals jeered and screeched prayers to their Gods. In his rage and desperation, he became reckless, and they saw him floating in the waves. He'd hissed when the iron net caught him, the worst of which left an indelible scar on his left side where he fell when they hauled him onto the ship. Hours later, there had been nothing left of the ship or the pirates aboard it. He'd come too late to save the mermaid they'd captured.

XXX1793; he remembered when the oceans were clear, when the greatest threat to the Water Fae were pirates and fishermen, two people more often overwhelmed by the more malicious Fae than not. Yet with the rise of the Industrial Revolution, the waters became a hazardous place. Fish were extracted from their homes in insurmountable volumes and the seas were decimated by mechanic waste. The problems would not get better, and some communities closer to the lands were severely harmed. Many defected to the Unseelie, who were more inclined to retaliate against humanity's disregard for the earth and its oceans.

XXX1800; Kane succeeded his father as Syrel's official ambassador devoted his time ever since to travelling between the Seelie Court and Syrel. The number of underwater communities loyal to the Seelie had reduced with humanity's corruption of the oceans; those left hoped to galvanise the Seelie into action. Syrel and neighbouring Valor were of the belief that rather than using violence against the humans, it was better to assimilate and rise amongst them. Together they built a corporate empire that wielded some influence over the seas in the eyes of mortals - the Fortune 100 marine shipping and fishery company, The Trident. It was difficult to persuade humans to care for the earth, impossible still to expect them to refrain from seafood entirely. It was better to control somewhat the manner in which they would access and travel the oceans.

XXX2015; he was informed early this year that his sister - who remains under probation - would come under his care, in order to facilitate an alliance between Syrel and a neighbouring Fae settlement.





"You are a phoenix;
and you will rise from the ashes brought upon by the fire
that once burnt you up alive."




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song; gasoline XXX hex; #3B9C9C XXX outfit; edgy

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    XXXXXShe threw herself sideways to dodge the blade whistling past the right side of her head, skewering the space where her ear had been moments before. The girl slid into a crouch, her opponent's next manoeuvre slicing the air above her.
    XXXXXHer hand darted out to catch his exposed midriff with her weapon: an iron haladie with curving blades extending from both ends of the hilt, on which the ร†thiriel coat of arms was etched in gold. The serrated edge revealed a subtle narration embedded beneath its smooth surface, the symbols the curling, unremitting script of ancient Syreli. Its twin rested in her other hand, which she jabbed towards the side of her brother's neck as he parried the blade she brought to his abdomen.
    XXXXXHe caught her thrust with the flat of his sword, pushing her backwards with a force that unearthed her stability. She caught herself mid-stumble and used the momentum to twist her body, foot kicking out to slam into his chest. Kane loosed a breath, but scarcely wavered an inch.
    XXXXXHe caught her ankle in his immutable grip before she could pull away, jerking her body towards him and tossing her to the ground as if she weighed nothing. Flames arched from the bottom of her spine where she fell, scorching her lungs and stifling her breath. Laira clenched her teeth to keep from moaning, though she doubted she had the air to articulate so much as a grunt of failure. She felt her father's disapproval as surely as if he'd materialised beside her. "Being wounded does not constitute defeat," he intoned, his voice the caress of the shard of hard rock digging into her back. "Simply because you are beaten up, does not mean you are beaten."
    XXXXXHer eyes evaded the iron point poised above her chest, reaching instead for his eyes. She lifted her palms in submission, before snatching the back of his ankle with the crook of her foot. His leg gave out beneath him, though he did not fall. She took the opportunity to reach over her head and propel herself upright. She swung her blade towards him and stilled inches from his throat.
    XXXXX"Match." She grinned.
    XXXXX"Nope," Kane responded, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips. Laira followed his gaze to find nothing but air between them, and in that second he'd swept her off her feet. She landed spectacularly, pain ricocheting from her back where bruises had no doubt been planted, and would blossom tomorrow in a parade of blue and purple. "The battle is not over until both parties rescind their weapons."
    XXXXXIt was for this reason that Kane had told Laira not to bother with employing a special weapon for their training, where her haladie was forged of one of the few materials that could penetrate dragonscale. He did not believe her capable of harming him, which served only to rile her more, a fact of which he was certainly aware of and took malicious pleasure in.
    XXXXXKane was beaming as he offered his hand for her to grasp. She squinted at the sunlight filtering from behind him, its clementine hues bleeding like yolk spilled over the Irish lands. She could see the glimmer of the silver sea behind him, torched in the setting sun so it seemed as if diamonds had been crumbled over its surface. It was odd to see a world exuding scarlet and gold after centuries in the blue ocean.
    XXXXXShe'd been allowed beyond at night, but only to the chasmal sea caves disseminated throughout the Pacific where The Tempest conducted their training and the Nixie took respite. There had been one in particular which Dรกrgh'kaelos brought her for her covert education - when others in Syrel had still detested her, or at least, more than they did now - the mortals called it The Grotto.
    XXXXXThe sun hurt her eyes, even though months had passed since she'd been allowed to join her brothers in Roinnte, albeit affixed to a short leash. She ignored the Kane's offer of assistance, and rose to her feet in one languid movement.
    XXX"Ah, did our warrior princess get her perky arse handed back to her again?" a familiar voice purred. Laira turned her head to find Llyr sauntering towards them, the wind tossing strands of his sterling blonde hair in a great halo around his head. His pompousness was like a heartbeat, underlying everything. Even the arch of his finger was laced with self-adoration as he rested two fingertips against their their left temple, lingering unnecessarily on Kane. The greeting was custom where they were from, the touch of temples enunciating a coveted phrase, "you are in my thoughts."
    XXXXX"Princess?" Kane mused, wiping his forehead with a towel he'd slung around his neck. "That might be pushing it a bit. She's really more of a bumbling brute." He seemed oblivious to her "fiancรฉ" revelling unabashedly at the sight of his bare torso.
    XXXXX"Indeed," Llyr murmured, pale eyes dark as they regarded her brother. "There are others far more beautiful."
    XXXXX"I hear the view from the cliffs are almost as beautiful as my darling brother this time of year," she said cheerfully. "Why don't you take a look, Llyr? If I'm lucky, you will accidentally topple off the edge and meet your watery death at the bottom."
    XXXXX"Alas, my darling inamorato," he began with a smile. "I am afraid I am somewhat resistant to drowning."
    XXXXX"Are you resistant to fragments of broken rocks shoved through your heart as well, darling?"
    XXXXX"But then how will I give my heart to you?"
    XXXXX"On a silver platter, of course," she said sweetly.
    XXXXXLlyr sighed, though his disappointment turned real when he saw that Kane had gone some time during their debacle. It was the Winter Solstice, and he'd informed Laira he had an obligation to attend to at the old opera house. Being the Syreli ambassador, he spent perhaps more time than he would like in expensive suits, drinking lavish champagne and nibbling on foreign caviar. Poor, responsible older brother. For once, her thoughts were not saturated in sarcasm. She did, in truth, avoid such pompous affairs - in part for the dancing, where she had the dexterity of a blue whale - though the dresses were very pretty.
    XXXXX"Where's Ryden?" she asked. Llyr feigned hurt.
    XXXXX"Is my presence not enough for you, my love?" he lamented.
    XXXXX"Quite enough, thanks," she responded. "In fact, it would be a great help to me if there could be less of you."
    XXXXXLlyr rolled his eyes, slipping his arm around Laira's shoulders. He towered over her, his willowy frame a perennial beside her cabbage patch. Regardless of whatever banter they exchanged, she'd known him since she was a girl, even if the sight of him pained her more than staring into direct sunlight.
    XXXXXAs if the skies had felt her contempt, the next thing she loathed more began pelting from the heavens. She cursed as swollen beads of water collapsed on her head. She batted them away, covering herself with two meagre hands as she raced for cover. She lunged onto the covered porch of her beachside home, nearly tripping into the pool that ran the length of the lower ground in her haste to avoid submersion. She could hear Llyr laughing behind her. She scowled at him.
    XXXXX"What's got your mood so sour, princess?" Llyr grinned.
    XXXXX"I'm looking at him."
    XXXXX"Come on," he said, handing her the navy umbrella resting on her wooden deck and nodding to where his car was parked a little ways away. "Ryden's at Wanderlust. I just stopped by to pick you up on my way there."
    XXXXXHe did not wait for her to respond as he took her hand in his, the other holding the large umbrella above her head. Minutes later they cruised into a space a short ways down from the alley that hid the club. Whilst Llyr, she knew, frequented the club regularly, she'd visited all but once and only for a fragment of a half hour. She was still surprised to see some glamours slip away as couple before them stepped through the murky entrance. She could smell their inebriation intermingled with other curious substances she did not recognise wafting from the hollows of the room beyond.
    XXXXXLaira flinched as they were flooded by a cascade of neon lights when they stepped in. The bass hissed beneath her skin, gripping her heart and squeezing it in time with the music. Bodies pressed against her, hands roaming across her body as opaque stares devoured her face, her chest, her soul. "Pretty Mer," one murmured. "Come play." Some beautiful, others grotesque, most both, the Fae inhabited every inch of the dark space. She pinned them with a withering stare, warning their hands to find another body to prod. Some headed her warning, others found their temptation magnified by the chase.
    XXXXX"Mmm, I think I've found my catch for the night," Llyr murmured by her ear and then his hands slipped from her shoulders. She followed his line of vision to see Kazimir by Dalia's side. They were inseparable, more so even than most twins and triplets she knew.
    XXXXX"I swear, Llyr, if you harass my-"
    XXXXXBut the crowd had swallowed him whole.

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song; take a fall for me XXX hex; #659EC7 XXX outfit; sleek

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    XXXXXHe watched the sun fall into the ocean and be torn apart by waves.
    XXXXXCaelius' hand collapsed into itself, the globe of water hovering above him shattering into a thousand droplets at his command. None grazed his skin. Again, he unravelled his fist and the liquid filled the gaps between his fingers, dancing like koi fish in a fathomless pond. He held them suspended before him, and for a moment the water danced as if it had consciousness.
    XXXXXTears coiled in a weave of hair, framing a heart-shaped face. Transparent eyes stared at him, though he could never capture their likeness. She gave him a watery smile, lips colourless where he knew they were an enduring pink. He held his breath, bleeding his concentration into sustaining her lovely face, trailing the water down her neck to form the demure arch of her shoulders, the gentle protrusion of her clavicles-
    XXXXXShe disintegrated before his eyes as the air escaped his lips in a white haze, exuding the heat that seemed to permeate his body regardless of his environment. Dalia; the name flowed soundless from his lips, evanescent as his ice sculptures. He gave her a rose once, the perfect one of innumerable attempts. It had dissolved in her hand.
    XXXXXCaelius followed the trickle of sunlight on the horizon, eyes open against the flames. They illuminated the cracks in his irises, silver slivers radiating from black pupils, the surface of a pale blue sea. "Eyes like broken glass," his mother had told him. "Your grandmother's eyes."
    XXXXXYour grandmother who ran for her mortal love at noon, and came back a puddle of tears, was what she had not said. Quickly devoured by the tide, never to be seen again. Sometimes he thought the Nixie were not cursed with disintegration by light, but with a terrible taste in lovers.
    XXXXX"Why are you sulking?" came a low rumble. Kane appeared beside him, joining him in his intense battle of the unblinking with the fountain situated in the centre of their drawing room. The glass dome stretched above them, filtering the light that came in to drench the plants emerging throughout the hall.
    XXXXX"Because Laira is."
    XXXXX"Well then, you may as well give up now," Kane teased. "I'd imagine it difficult enough to have Laira by choice, but to be her Half by default," he shivered. "May the tides have mercy on you."
    XXXXX"It isn't so bad," Caelius said, a small smile teasing his lips. "Most of the time I'm just hungry."
    XXXXX"Her stomach is an insatiable void that preys on the weak," Kane agreed. "Once I claimed in jest that she would eat a small child if she was hungry enough, and you know what she told me?"
    XXXXX"'Only the red-haired ones because they preserve my youth'?" he ventured.
    XXXXX"Close. She said blonde."
    XXXXXCaelius laughed and Kane grinned, but slowly their mirth became a ripple in the water. They stared into it, their reflections shivering on its surface. The oldest and the youngest of their family bared little resemblance, save for their dark hair and sterling blue eyes, though Kane's was marred by a jolt of brown in his left.
    XXXXX"You feel it, too, don't you," Kane murmured. It was more a statement than a question, but Caelius nodded nonetheless. "The water is uneasy. The alliance is precarious. The Unseelie are outraged with recent events, and we are no better." He turned to his brother. "It is impossible to prepare for a war we wish to prevent, and yet we do." Silence excised his speech, until Caelius spoke in turn.
    XXXXX"Do you believe we will come to that?" Caelius asked, though he already knew Kane's response, a thought affirmed by his reply.
    XXXXX"I believe we must prepare for anything."
    XXXXXCaelius turned away from his brother and stared into the waning light. He spread Kane's previous words before him and spun them into his own response. "Then I suppose we cannot prevent a war," he said.
    XXXXXKane paused before he next spoke, and when he did, he wore a quiet smile, almost as if Caelius had impressed him by revealing his contradiction. "Perhaps not. The Seelie is blessedly run by some less cynical than I." He buttoned the cuff of his crisp oxford shirt, the tailored material stretched over his muscled forearm. "Aegle is a wise and fair leader. She will do what is best."
    XXXXX"What about what's right?" Caelius murmured. Kane paused, before shrugging his suit jacket over his broad shoulders.
    XXXXX"Careful, little brother. You're starting to sound like me," he joked.
    XXXXX"Lord forbid," Caelius said in mock-horror. "Anything but that." Kane thumped him on the arm. A mortal might have flown across the room, but Caelius merely stepped.
    XXXXX"I need to attend the celebration at the opera house," Kane said, sobering. "There is likely to be discord with tonight's festivities." He grasped Caelius' shoulder. "Be careful tonight, brother."
    XXXXX"Always." He rested his fingertips on Kane's temple and received the same in return. "And likewise."

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    XXXXXIt was like being submerged in the ocean. He felt their heartbeats, vehicles pumping blood through their systems, each a different cadence vibrating in the bodies around him. He felt Dalia as surely as if she were a tide washing over him, cool against his burning skin.
    XXXXXHe moved towards her like water around ocean debris, smooth and unyielding. Her laughter trickled towards him like a flash of his name in a sea of murmurs. He resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose at the poison that permeated the purity of her blood, infusing it like molasses. He had not known what it was when he first ventured on land after-
    XXXXXAfter.
    XXXXX"Dalia." Her name unfurled from his tongue like a prayer, a low vibration beginning in his chest and ending in hers. "You look beautiful, as always." He stood behind her, his chest pressed against her back in the crowded space, lips hovering by her ear.
    XXXXXHe turned to the Avian Fae who occupied the space beside her, and gave her a smile. The girl turned to him, transfixed as his set of dark lashes grazed smooth cheekbones in a blink that seemed, for her, to last a small fragment of eternity. "Forgive me," he said. "Would it be alright if I sat beside my friend?"
    XXXXX"Oh!" the girl said. "Oh, no. No, of course not. Here." She jumped out of her seat and nudged her friend hastily, waving for her to move across so she could take her seat. Their gazes darted towards him, before returning to each other, giggles bubbling behind their hands.
    XXXXXCaelius rested his hand for a brief moment on Dalia's naked shoulder before reaching to tug at the chair that had been recently vacated. He pulled it out and slid into it, propping his head on a fist as he turned to gaze at the nymph. "You are about to become quite inebriated in a few minutes, love." He smiled. "Can I get you a drink? I suppose I'll be carrying you home either way."
    XXXXX"Caelius, Caelius," Llyr teased from across the table. "What would Dรกrgh'kaelos say? Using your looks like that."
    XXXXX"Pardon?" Caelius asked.
    XXXXX"Oh, don't act innocent. We all saw what you did."
    XXXXXCaelius furrowed his brows. "What did I do?"
    XXXXXLlyr sighed, smiling as he returned his attention to Kazimir. He slipped the bartender a few notes as he bought the Luck Fae a drink. "Still, Caelius has nothing on you," he whispered.

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